บท 230: Your House Is a Manor?

The duke of a generation; a figure who alone guarded the capital.

At this moment, he was actually smiling apologetically.

Cole Colbie's left hand gripped the hilt of his sword, and in the next moment, he unsheathed it, releasing a shocking killing intent.

"Anyone who hurts the Northern King must die!" Cole's tone was cold.

Swoosh!

The 3,000 black-robed guards all drew their sword, their eyes filled with cold killing intent.

When Dominic Lowe heard this, he was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. He told himself to not get angry.

"It's the Northern King who tricked me, you understand?" His face darkened.

"Shameless old scoundrel, don't quibble. It's an ironclad fact that you attacked the commander from behind!" Someone from the northern imperial guards said coldly.

When Dominic heard this, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He said tiredly, "My heart is so tired. I want to be alone…"